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sat between us and the throne.

- What's the problem?

- Count's order, sir.

- To the dungeon.

- Chained her properly.

Look at her, sir.

She's away with the fairies.

Away with the fairies?

Away with the fairies, you moron.

Open the door!

- No use, the b*tch locked it.

- Get an ax here!

What the hell!

- Move it!

- Yes, sir!

- Open it!

- Yes, sir!

I will break your neck!

- Hurry up!

- We nearly got it, sir.

Pattern of the Beast!

What is that noise?

Guards... guard!

What's that noise?

I nearly got it, sir.

Come on, men!

Come on!

Get out of my way!

Out of my way.

Why aren't you at your post?

Guards? Guards?

Guards?

Where the devil is everyone?

Forget about them.

We need to talk about the Beast.

So, you keep saying. So why

don't you tell me how...

does this Beast stand

between me and the throne?

Stairs! Stairs!

Do you remember the story

about Maximilian only son?

He was deformed, wasn't it?

He died at birth.

And that's what we thought.

That's what I believed,

until tonight.

And now?

And now I believe he may

not have died.

That the Beast may actually

be Maximilian's son...

Clear!

Nothing here, sir!

You check over there.

You check over...

... there. All clear over here,sir.

Who else knows this?

Nobody, I hope.

- And what does it matter?

- Because if somebody finds out...

Then what?

The shutters aren't fasten.

There's no way down there, sir.

It is impossible.

Get me a torch, hurry!

Listen, having that monster

alive is like

having a sword hanging

over our head.

And no one in their right

mind is going to

accept that thing as heir

to the throne...

Stop arguing and understand this!

The Beast must die, and he

must die soon as possible.

Agreed!

The problem is going to

be finding him.

Found anything, captain?

There she is!

- Quick, guards!

- Come on, quick...

It might just be that the

beautiful Belle has given

us what we need to find him.

The hair of the Beast.

By thorn and by root...

by blade and by chalices...

I call upon that from which

this comes.

Beast of the forest,

can you hear me?

What? Who is there?

A friend.

A friend that wants to warn you.

Where are you? Show yourself!.

Belle is in grave danger.

Belle?

The troll is on her track.

He'll be there by morning.

Only you can save her.

- How?

- It is up to you, Beast.

Go to her house in the village.

Save her!

I can't see you,

I don't know who you are.

- Why should I believe you?

- Don't believe me, if you choose.

But then, my friend,

the troll will tear her apart,

and it will be your fault.

Well, I think we've got him hook.

Impressive.

Now, all you have to do,

is make sure you're there.

- Through this way.

- Yes, sir.

That Beast will met the troll,

is that true?

Yeah, it will be.

Cause I've seen this creature

and he's dangerous.

Well, now that you and I are

partners, Count, you're in no danger.

That troll is under my command.

You're absolutely sure of that?

Oh, yes.

Remember, he will do

anything for a drop of this.

And, of course, he wouldn't hurt

anyone I didn't want hurt.

There's no need for you to come

with me tomorrow morning.

There is every need.

The Beast must not be allowed to

say a word before he's killed.

You're absolutely sure he'll be

in the house tomorrow morning?

Well, if he is not,

we'll have to make sure he is.

It must be like he did the killings.

And don't worry.

My creation has his instructions.

Over there, sir! Look!

- Dogs are on their way, sir.

- No, she's heading for the stream.

Sir?

She's got into the water where

the dogs lose her scent.

We'll just follow the stream

to where she came out.

Try to keep up.

She crossed here. That way!

Washer woman?

Where does the washer woman live?

- Over there.

- Thank you.

Open up! Quickly!

Get up!

- Who is there? Who is it?

- Argh!

The troll's coming from the roof.

Help me!

Quickly!

- The troll is here!

- Stay away!

You must come out!

- They're here.

- Move back.

He's coming to get you.

He's inside?

- Leave me alone!

- It is time.

Spread out. Surround the house.

Let no one pass.

First person to bring me the head

of the Beast win 1000 francs.

Open it now!

Listen! The troll's coming

through the roof!

He's coming to get you.

The sheriff will be here

any minute.

Open the door or you'll die!

You'll die!

No way!

Help me!

What is going on?

- Help me!

- Open the door!

Wait, give it time to kill him.

It just wants me.

Don't let him get you!

Okay.

Now!

Halt!

Get him!

Hold him!

We've got him.

Bound him!

- I'll take it from here.

- Yes, Count.

This is the part I enjoy.

It appeared the Beast

has met his match.

Your murderous rampage is finish.

And the people of our

beloved country...

will have me to thank for

your death.

Congratulations, Count. The people

owed you a debt of gratitude.

You can say the congratulation

when the job's finish.

Of course, sir.

As soon as the trial's over,

we'll be singing your praises.

- Trial?

- Put this on him.

Of course, my lord.

What trial?

We caught the Beast red-handed!

He certainly looks guilty,

your Honor...

with the poor old

laundress lying dead.

But King Maximilian laws insist

we trial people.

King Maximilian?

Befoe executing them.

And I know you're sworn

to uphold those laws,

just like the rest of us...

while the King is alive.

So if you'll excuse me, your honor.

Count Rudolph has subdued the Beast!

The trial will take place tomorrow.

Come to the window, my lord.

And accept the acclaimation

of the people.

We'll take it from here.

The jail are very strong.

Thank you. Thank you.

Come... come on.You don't

want him escaping, do you?

Come on.

Damn it!

You vain glorious fool!

Why didn't you kill him when

you've the chance?

Put him inside the jail

before they turn on him.

Get him lock up and

bring me the key!

Get back, all of you.

Move it!

- What... what's going on here?

- I'm sorry, Belle!

- What're you sorry about?

- Something terrible...

What?

What happened to her?

- Let me...

- Sorry, Belle.

- It appeared the Beast has

killed your mother. - No!

It was only my regard for the

law that stop me from killing him

- on the spot.

- What happen to my mother mother!

Let me go!

I need to see her!

The trial must be swift and just.

This Beast must not be allowed to

commit an actrocity like this again.

The jury will sworn in as

soon as possible, my lord...

and in the meantime,

our grateful thanks.

Till tomorrow, then.

You fool! You should have killed him

when you had the chance.

She worked so hard!

She worked so hard for me!

I could never tell her

how much I loved her.

- Oh... I think she knew.

- I can never tell her.

Who is there?

If you try that again, and I'll

throw this right between your eyes,

before you've time

to pull the trigger!

Just try it!

We'll never forget your mother.

Either of us.

- But it's my fault!

- Your fault? How?

I met the Beast,

I trusted him...

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